OP requested an AU where Estonia is a dorky computer guy in a Chobits/Absolute Boyfriend-type deal: He gets an extremely-lifelike and sophisticated computer in the mail that's built to be his ideal sex partner - except he got Greece where he wanted Finland. And he can't return him. Hilarity (hopefully) ensues!
This is anon's first time writing Estonia. Or Greece. Or Finland. Or pretty much everyone but Sweden. Also, it's looking like it's going to be pretty long, so be prepared...
Verschränkung [1a/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 06:54:36 UTC
Chapter 1: The Physics of Models
The sunlight hung in Tino's wheat-colored hair, making him glow. “E-eduard,” he stammered, cheeks flushed, “I-I always wanted to tell you, b-but...”
“Shh,” Eduard said, bringing a finger to Tino's lips to quiet him. “I know, Tino, I know...”
“O-oh, Eduard...” Tino collapsed into Eduard's arms, finally at peace, and looked up into his eyes. “Kiss me, Eduard...”
Eduard lowered his li--
“Ooh, what's this?” said a familiar female voice from behind Eduard's back, and he scrambled desperately to close the unfinished document before a pair of prying eyes could read any more. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't write during work! Swiveling around in his chair, he found himself face to face with a pair of breasts barely contained in an indecently tight green sweater. “Oh, Eddie, why'd you stop? It was just getting good“Hello, Elizaveta,” he said, leaning back and adjusting his glasses. His visitor pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want
( ... )
Verschränkung [1b/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 07:00:24 UTC
Liza rolled her eyes at the mention of the boss. Eduard, for once, didn't accuse her of overexaggerating. Arthur Kirkland, owner of one half (and exactly one half: no more, no less) of Kirkland-Jones Microelectronics, was something of a micromanager. He hovered over the cubicles, watching the programmers code and input and test and debug and always, always had something to say about how long it took to write a simple program (even though the guy had trouble formatting a spreadsheet and had never coded anything in his natural life). And he wasn't even the worst with the programmers, either; Eduard got off easy in the swing of things. Liza, probably the best project manager Kirkland-Jones had ever seen period was constantly harassed and harangued into long meetings with the illustrious Mr. Kirkland to discuss pricing, completion time, and a number of other small, insignificant things that made her job all the harder. Eduard thanked each and every one of his lucky stars by name that he didn't report directly to Kirkland, and
( ... )
Verschränkung [1c/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 07:08:56 UTC
“And then you go home, eat a frozen dinner, go to sleep, wake up, and come here to start the whole process over again.” Liza shook her head. “Really, Eduard, it's not a good cycle. You need something to break you out of it. Hell, get a pet or something! Anything to give you some human contact outside of this office.” She looked around the rows of cubicles stretching in all directions. “This place is a terrible place to meet people.”
“I met you here,” Eduard pointed out. She looked back at him and smiled.
“And I wouldn't change that for anything. But this place isn't where you want to meet your soulmate, right?”
Re: Verschränkung [1c/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 14:50:22 UTC
This concept is so crack all around that I was into it immediately, and I love where you're going with it so far! I don't know Eduard's character that well in canon, but I think you're already building it appropriately for the fic's premise.
Verschränkung [2a/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 16:57:36 UTC
Long chapter is looooong...
Chapter 2: Statistics of Model Variables in Quantum Mechanics
“...and then in front of Roderich - In front of Roderich, Eddie, do you believe that? - he starts making fun of my collection. MY COLLECTION, EDUARD.”
Eduard sighed and switched to another channel. “Liza, in his defense, antique frying pans are a strange thing to collect.”
“But he didn't have to say so IN FRONT OF RODERICH!”
Wincing, he held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, well, again in his defense, Gilbert is also a complete ass. Though, I think that might be fixable with medication now.” He switched channels again. “Ooh, The Moomins are on.”
“God, I will never understand your weird obsession with that show.”
“Says the girl with the antique frying pan collection.”
“They're skillets, and it's a legitimate obsession.”
“Like your obsession with Roderich, too?”
“No, that's different, Eddie, because I am in love with him
( ... )
Verschränkung [2b/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 17:03:05 UTC
Swinging open the door, he practically cracked himself in the forehead. How did I manage that? He wondered idly as he caught himself and steadied the door. And also, damn you watching gods! I hope you're laughing it up, you uncaring bastards! He heard a startled “Oh!” from the threshold and looked to see Tino standing with his fist raised.
“Oh, thank goodness!” he said in what sounded like honest relief. “I was just about to give up!” He smiled up at Eduard, and Eduard felt his heart stutter and almost fail out. “Edward, right?”
“Actually, it's Eduard,” he corrected, and immediately felt terrible. “I mean, it's exactly like Edward, it's just a weird spelling. A Baltic spelling. Of Edward. Um. My parents were weird.” He paused, and looked down at his well-worn Star Trek pajama pants and matching tribble slippers. “I'm weird.”
He looked back at Tino in desperation. God, he probably thinks you're the strangest guy in this whole complex, and that includes Scary Ivan. Way to go ruining our chances with Hot-Neighbor-Boy,
( ... )
Verschränkung [2c/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 17:06:37 UTC
Eduard shrugged again, smiling nervously. As Tino busied himself with the locks, he had a chance to glance around the apartment. It was frankly beautiful - long, bright curtains hung in the windows offsetting the deep blue upholstery of the couches and chairs arranged artfully in the living room. There were bookcases everywhere, in the same dark wood as the furniture; Scatter rugs let the way down the hallway toward the bedrooms in the in lemon-yellow and white, and black-and-white framed photographs hung on every wall. There were even flowers in a vase on the kitchen table - daffodils and tulips in the same lemon-yellow - and Eduard could smell something delicious roasting in the oven. The whole effect was like something out of a catalog: Perfectly photogenic, and yet completely livable
( ... )
Verschränkung [2d/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 17:10:29 UTC
Tino stared at the wire for a full thirty seconds before turning around and marching toward the kitchen. “HANNAH!” he called in an angry voice that seemed almost too big for him. Eduard heard a scared 'yip!' and a ball of white fur came tearing through the room and jumped into his arms, hiding its face in his chest. Eduard looked down. It appeared to be a dog. “Hannah!” Tino came marching back into the living room, his face livid. “Bad dog, Hannah, bad dogThe dog (that Eduard assumed was Hannah) trembled in Eduard's arms and made a sad whining noise. Eduard patted it gingerly on the head; he wasn't sure if the same techniques he used on Liza would work in this case, but they were worth a try. “I've got another cable in my apartment,” he offered Tino, who crossed his arms over his chest and glared angrily at the dog. “Don't take it out on the poor dog
( ... )
Verschränkung [2e/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 17:13:01 UTC
“Hm.” Berwald seemed to be a man of few words. He lifted Hannah up so her tiny white head was level with his, and tapped her gently on the nose. “Bad dog,” he said, and she yipped at him. Apparently satisfied with this response, he set her down and she trotted off toward the bedroom, no doubt looking for something else to shred.
“You're too easy on her!” Tino said, frowning up at Berwald. Eduard had to give him credit: Berwald was not someone he expected the much shorter Tino to stand up to. “She knows you'll never punish her, so she just does whatever she wants and it's left up to me to be the disciplinarian!”
Berwald shrugged with a hint of a smile. “Can't st'y mad,” he said simply. Tino practically stomped his foot in frustration.
“Help me out here, Eduard!” he demanded. Eduard took this as a good place for a quick exit.
Why did he have to come home? His inner voice wailed in yet another good impression of Liza. In fact, checking his phone he saw that she had sent him a dozen text messages in the space of fifteen
( ... )
Re: Verschränkung [2e/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 18:26:08 UTC
-dies simultaneously from laughing and diabetes-
Oh, Eduard, you just can't win.
Gods above and below, your characterization is bloody well BRILLIANT. Practical but easily flustered Eduard, fluttery and adorable Tino, lovelorn but scheming Elizabeta... Where do I freaking start with how much I love this so far? And it hasn't even reached the bit with the sex android!
If this is the start, I am very much looking forward to the rest of this!
OP requested an AU where Estonia is a dorky computer guy in a Chobits/Absolute Boyfriend-type deal: He gets an extremely-lifelike and sophisticated computer in the mail that's built to be his ideal sex partner - except he got Greece where he wanted Finland. And he can't return him. Hilarity (hopefully) ensues!
This is anon's first time writing Estonia. Or Greece. Or Finland. Or pretty much everyone but Sweden. Also, it's looking like it's going to be pretty long, so be prepared...
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The sunlight hung in Tino's wheat-colored hair, making him glow. “E-eduard,” he stammered, cheeks flushed, “I-I always wanted to tell you, b-but...”
“Shh,” Eduard said, bringing a finger to Tino's lips to quiet him. “I know, Tino, I know...”
“O-oh, Eduard...” Tino collapsed into Eduard's arms, finally at peace, and looked up into his eyes. “Kiss me, Eduard...”
Eduard lowered his li--
“Ooh, what's this?” said a familiar female voice from behind Eduard's back, and he scrambled desperately to close the unfinished document before a pair of prying eyes could read any more. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't write during work! Swiveling around in his chair, he found himself face to face with a pair of breasts barely contained in an indecently tight green sweater. “Oh, Eddie, why'd you stop? It was just getting good“Hello, Elizaveta,” he said, leaning back and adjusting his glasses. His visitor pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want ( ... )
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“I met you here,” Eduard pointed out. She looked back at him and smiled.
“And I wouldn't change that for anything. But this place isn't where you want to meet your soulmate, right?”
“You keep trying ( ... )
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It's also nice to see some Hungary/Estonia interaction. You hardly ever see the two of them together.
RC: veranda for So there'll be a romantic balcony scene?
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Chapter 2: Statistics of Model Variables in Quantum Mechanics
“...and then in front of Roderich - In front of Roderich, Eddie, do you believe that? - he starts making fun of my collection. MY COLLECTION, EDUARD.”
Eduard sighed and switched to another channel. “Liza, in his defense, antique frying pans are a strange thing to collect.”
“But he didn't have to say so IN FRONT OF RODERICH!”
Wincing, he held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, well, again in his defense, Gilbert is also a complete ass. Though, I think that might be fixable with medication now.” He switched channels again. “Ooh, The Moomins are on.”
“God, I will never understand your weird obsession with that show.”
“Says the girl with the antique frying pan collection.”
“They're skillets, and it's a legitimate obsession.”
“Like your obsession with Roderich, too?”
“No, that's different, Eddie, because I am in love with him ( ... )
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“Oh, thank goodness!” he said in what sounded like honest relief. “I was just about to give up!” He smiled up at Eduard, and Eduard felt his heart stutter and almost fail out. “Edward, right?”
“Actually, it's Eduard,” he corrected, and immediately felt terrible. “I mean, it's exactly like Edward, it's just a weird spelling. A Baltic spelling. Of Edward. Um. My parents were weird.” He paused, and looked down at his well-worn Star Trek pajama pants and matching tribble slippers. “I'm weird.”
He looked back at Tino in desperation. God, he probably thinks you're the strangest guy in this whole complex, and that includes Scary Ivan. Way to go ruining our chances with Hot-Neighbor-Boy, ( ... )
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“You're too easy on her!” Tino said, frowning up at Berwald. Eduard had to give him credit: Berwald was not someone he expected the much shorter Tino to stand up to. “She knows you'll never punish her, so she just does whatever she wants and it's left up to me to be the disciplinarian!”
Berwald shrugged with a hint of a smile. “Can't st'y mad,” he said simply. Tino practically stomped his foot in frustration.
“Help me out here, Eduard!” he demanded. Eduard took this as a good place for a quick exit.
Why did he have to come home? His inner voice wailed in yet another good impression of Liza. In fact, checking his phone he saw that she had sent him a dozen text messages in the space of fifteen ( ... )
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Oh, Eduard, you just can't win.
Gods above and below, your characterization is bloody well BRILLIANT. Practical but easily flustered Eduard, fluttery and adorable Tino, lovelorn but scheming Elizabeta... Where do I freaking start with how much I love this so far? And it hasn't even reached the bit with the sex android!
If this is the start, I am very much looking forward to the rest of this!
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-does happy dance to for good measure-
I thought this would never get filled and this! And your characterization! And the humor! -melts into puddle of goo-
I don't care how long it is, I'm a very very happy OP right now. <3
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